It’s the season of change…
Every season represents change, but for me, Autumn is the best one of the four seasons.
The reasons are deep-seated from my time as a child through to more recent times and I suspect they will resonate with you as well.
Starting junior school
Seven is an impressionable age and starting a new school in September signifies a time for some powerful memories and associations to be made.
My junior school was positioned at the top of small hill with a footpath and driveway that twisted up a hill through a grove of trees. I have very strong memories of walking up and down that path, ploughing through the leaves that had dropped to the floor.
I particularly remember the wind blowing and the rain pouring down as I scurried up the path to school slipping on the leaves under my feet.
October in Snowdonia
2009 found me with my family going on a half term break to Snowdonia during October. It came about almost by accident, some friends had stayed on the North Wales coast but not in Snowdonia and suggested it as an area. We went with the idea and due to the way the holiday was allocated we ended up in a caravan park near Pwllheli.
We arrived in this stunning mountainous place and we were all awestruck at its scale and beauty. It looked amazing.
What made it really stand out though was Autumn. The colours made the place come alive and as the picture above reveals, rivers, the trees and mountains become one magical landscape.
We explored the area by driving and walking when we could. It was so calming, so peaceful. It was hard to take such beauty in, but Autumn made it possible.
So awestruck were we with North Wales we return every year at the same time, the landscape pulling us in. We were happy to be there.
One place in Snowdonia really did ‘get’ us.
We found it one evening when we had been out exploring. As we approached the village, dusk was rapidly drawing to a close and the orange glow from the street lights illuminated the road ahead of us. We came to a small humpback bridge that was bordered by pubs, guest homes and shops. Their window displays attracting the attention of us all in the car.
“Their window displays attracting the attention of us all in the car.”
We found somewhere to park, and got out to explore this lovely picturesque village.
What got our attention, and why its such a powerful reminder of Autumn, was that it captured everything that’s unique about the season. The village was surrounded by hills and mountains all covered with tree’s dropping leaves of all colours. The rivers bring a gentle calming noise as they merge before descending down the Aberglaslyn Pass, as well as complimenting the air with chill and freshness that running water offers.
The smell of the leaves and the gorse on the hills being burnt off really give the senses an excess of pleasures. Add in the daytime colours, and the hint of Halloween that’s coming and you might start to understand why I romanticise about it.
Autumn, the season for me
So there you have, the best season of them all is linked to three different events or places in my life that provoke happy memories regarding important times in my life.
What’s your favourite season, and why? Tell me in the comments!